He was going to have to be faster than that, because Tony was already prepared for some retaliation and was quick to twist away, bringing the stack of ill-gotten gains with him as he dropped carelessly onto his back like he only meant to lounge on the beach the whole time. Of course, his smirk admitted that he knew exactly what he was doing, even as he protested, "I'm playing!," brandishing his other fan of cards over his head, see, he was still looking at them. "You're distracted. It's understandable. You're definitely much better at cards when everyone has their clothes on."